As Klee's dots moseyed off along a line on a leashthey go for a walk.No need for idle chatter,they walk a silent stroll. from their sockets, inert objects roll. Mesmerized, surprised by sudden sounds my loiterers stop and gawk.Then again, they're off right then left.Stealthy steps follow sexy scents.As on cones and rodsthey gently trod.While my own tired dogs plod my eyes go for a walk.